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Nicolai Levashov. The Mirror of My Soul. Vol. 1. Born in the USSR

Soviet people had to eat pure starch at the very best, but good products must go abroad!

Actually the attitude of the Soviet Union toward its own citizens was very strange. Any
foreigner who arrived in the USSR was made to feel like a real king, although in his
Motherland he could be a simple teacher or a cowboy; but in the USSR he was almost a
god. Foreigners were fawned on; they had their special shops, restaurants and hotels,
where a simple Soviet man was not allowed. I saw nothing like this anywhere else in the
world.

I visited Hungary and South Germany, and later I lived in the USA, but nowhere
had I seen anything of the kind. In other countries the advantage was always given first
to their citizens, and all guests were mainly regarded as a possible source of profit. There
was no rule in any country of the world that the citizen of this country could not enter a
restaurant, shop, etc. but guests were ad-mitted without problems only because they had
come from another country.

The Soviet government showed its true nature in adopting this attitude toward its
citizens. The population of this enormous country was, in effect, considered to be slaves,
although what they hammered into our heads from childhood was quite the opposite;

that everything was created for the good of the Soviet man. One can understand the depth
of this lie only when visiting other countries and seeing with one’s own eyes how
governments of other countries treat their citizens. For them, citizens are human beings
and must come first, and all foreigners second or third, depending on which country they
come from. The appalling attitude toward the citizens of their own country was possible
only in the USSR, nowhere else...

When Svetlana returned from Lithuania, she visited me almost every day. The
world of Big Space, which I opened for her, became somewhat of a “drug” for her—she

longed for the stars more and more every day. This became the meaning of her life. But
some forces did not like this course of events (these forces were very real, not mystical
ones, as someone may think).

Several persons, very influential in the Soviet system, hunted down people with
very strong parapsychical abilities (as, for example, Svetlana) and now took notice of
her. When they knew that she was in contact with me and was not going to renounce
what she had learned, they openly began to badger her. It was real badgering at all levels.
A “friend” of hers who called Svetlana “my dear sister” for “some” reason poured a
poison in the drink she brought to Svetlana with words of gratitude for all the good she
had done her. It is very peculiar method of expressing gratitude, isn’t it!?

Svetlana called me, being in a terrible state. She was literally being turned inside
out because of her “friend’s” “gratitude”. It happened pretty late at night and I

immediately went to her hotel, as soon as she called me. She lived in a comfortable room
in the hotel “Kiev” which was near the Kievan rail station. The road was almost empty
and I was there in half an hour.

I arrived in time. The poison had not quite finished its dirty business yet. Probably,
the fact that I had already worked with her and had enough time to change a lot of things
in her helped. One way or another, when I arrived, she was still alive. I immediately
began to destroy the poison in her body and eliminate the damage already done. After
my work Svetlana began to feel better. The horrible pain that was twisting her up
disappeared. Her face regained some colour, although she still was pale.

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